I'm in the middle of re-watching Miss Fisher. It was just the Christmas in July episode where a gabillion people are murdered. Seriously I think the culprit in that one (oh btw spoiler) kills 20 people. Yet, it is such a light and fun show. WTF? IDK.

So, when it came time to knock out a poem for the day, I just thought, what would Miss Fisher be doing right now during a global pandemic crisis? The answer is already given in the show's back story. During World War I and immediately thereafter, Phryne was a nurse serving in Europe. So during the Spanish Flu, she would have been in France, treating patients by day and then probably posing for nude portraiture by night. I wrote a poem along these lines. Maybe in a future post, I'll even be willing to share it. We'll see.